Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Mr. Kamaka lived alone on the East side of Oahu, in a place known to all as Kahalu'u.
He wanted to dig his taro patch, but it was very hard work because he was elderly and the ground was too hard.

His only son, Kimo, who used to help him, was in Halawa prison.
The old man wrote a letter to Kimo and explained his predicament...

Dear Kimo,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my taro patch this year.
I'm just getting too old to be digging up this hard soil.
I know if you were here you would be happy to dig the patch for me and it wouldn't be a problem.
Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son...

Dear Dad, No dig up the dirt in the taro patch. That's where I buried the bodies. Love, Kimo

At 4 A.M. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and an army of men dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.
They apologized to the old man and left.

Later that same week Mr. Kamaka received another letter from Kimo...

Dear Dad,
You can go ahead and plant your taro now.
That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Take care of the taro.
Love you, Kimo